The Deaths Come Marching One By One

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Summary: A misinterpretation of the phrase "lost the baby". This is the moment that changes Mort's life...This is why he writes horror. This is why Amy left him. Too many deaths...Who's fault is it really? Rating will most likely change.

A/N: man I'm such a loser. I haven't updated in....almost 2 weeks. I'm so sorry. I'm gonna work on this chapter all night to make up for it. ---jamie

Chapter Four: Someone New

Amy went back to work right after the two of them went to see Carolyn. Mort had been fighting back tears the entire time he stood there, watching her. And he was also fighting a hangover. When he got back home, he tried working...but he couldn't. He was still too sick and tired and weak. He needed to do something today....But not right now. Now he needed to sleep.

Mort woke up on the couch at about 4:00. His head was heavy but the worst of the hangover was over. A few minutes after he woke up, the phone rang. He put his glasses on and answered it. "Hello?"

"Hey, hun. I just had to call to let you know I'm gonna stop by the hospital on the way home so could you start dinner please?"

"Are you going to check on Carolyn?"

"Well, yes...and I need to talk to the doctor about something."

"What? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah. Everything's great. So I'll be home at about 6:30 okay?"

"Alright...."

"Love you. Bye."

He set the phone back down on the receiver and sighed. He didn't want to cook. He wasn't in the cooking mood. Actually he never was. Mort hated cooking but he did it anyway.

Mort pulled his hair back as he walked to the kitchen. He really wanted to do something today. He needed something to keep his mind off Carolyn. And yet...he really didn't want to make dinner. So...he walked to his office and went online. In search of curing his boredom, he opened a new game of Pong.

It was after he lost another game he realized he really did need to do something. He needed to do get out of the house. Then he decided he would go to some bar. Just...to think. He definately needed to think. But of course he had to call Amy first.

"Amy? Uhm...I just needed to tell you I'm gonna go out for a little while."

"Where are you going?"

"I'm just gonna go drive around....I probably won't be home when you get here."

"Well...okay." She sounded confused.

"Okay. See ya later."

Mort went upstairs and looked at the clock. It was 6:15 now. He'd been playing Pong for two hours? He changed into a white shirt and jeans and his black leather jacket. He'd had this thing for over ten years and it still suited him. He considered brushing his hair...but didn't bother. He had to hurry and get drunk because he needed to be home in time for dinner...even though he doubted he would be.

He drove. And drove. Until he found the very bar he had been searching for. He'd been here many times, especially before he met Amy. He remembered many nights he'd spent here before he got married....

Mort sat there with a beer, closing his eyes, feeling a headache already. He looked around, watching a fight break out in the corner of the room. Mort smiled and took another sip of beer. He wanted to get drunk. He had to get drunk. He had to make this blurry life of his disappear completely. He wondered for a minute why he was having these thoughts....He'd never felt this depressed in a long time. That's why he was getting drunk tonight.

It was then that a green-eyed blond sat next to him. "Hi. I'm Keira."

Mort turned his head to face her, his eyes surveying every inch of her. "Well, hello, Keira. I've never seen you here before."

"I come every night. I've never seen you."

"Just started coming back. This place used to be like my second home. Can I buy you a drink?"

"I don't know. Is a fifth one appropriate to be bought from such a sexy man I just met about three minutes ago?"

Mort laughed, quite unsure what he was doing. "You've had four drinks tonight, hun?" She nodded. "Well, maybe I'll come back tomorrow and I can buy you a first." She smiled and seemed quite pleased with herself. Mort noticed Keira looking at something behind him and he turned around himself, following her gaze. He looked around and saw exactly what he didn't want to see tonight.

Olivia.

She was wearing what seemed to be half of a shirt...as if it was cut off at the center of her chest. Mort then remembered the way Olivia was and assumed that was the case. It was a pinkish-orange top and she was wearing a short black skirt. Mort felt the alcohol in him and stared in her eyes in shame. She stared back at him as well...waiting for one of them to say something. Mort got up and walked toward her, feeling a grin spread across his lips. Olivia seemed to be watching his lips longingly....

"It's been forever, hasn't it Liv?"

She nodded. "I've missed you so much, Mort." Mort ran his fingers through her dark hair and smirked. He was suddenly remembering everything about her. Oh what an experience it was being with Olivia. She looked up at him in adoration. "I loved you."

He smiled slyly. "I loved you too. And now...I find you here. In a bar. While I am seriously drunk-"

And then she kissed him passionately. Mort could almost feel now how much love he used to feel for this woman. He kissed her back deeply, not exactly sure what he was doing now. It was just a kiss...saying hello to an old friend....

She let go of him but her nose still stayed inches away from his. "I still love you." She leaned forward to kiss him again but he stopped her.

"Okay...Olivia...I loved you too. But things changed. I-I got married...I had a daughter." He sighed. "I had a daughter....And now she's very sick in the hospital and the only reason I came here tonight was to get my mind off of it and now things are even more complicated than I ever could have intended so please-"

Another passionate kiss.

"Mmm- no..." Mort laughed as Olivia's lips traveled away from his mouth, planting kisses on his neck. "No, darling..." But finally he couldn't fight it anymore. After looking in her eyes again, he kissed her himself. He gave into her stunningly bright brown eyes. Their lips parted again and Mort's eyes strayed away from her for a moment and his face fell instantly as he noticed his wife standing at the door.

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"What did you say to her?"

"...Nothing."

Amy couldn't stop crying. Mort was sitting on a couch in the living room, looking up at Amy who was standing before him, trying not to explode through her tears. "I never thought you would-would..."

"No, Amy, please...It was nothing, okay? I was very, very drunk. I don't know what I was thinking."

"What were you thinking when you decided to get drunk anyway?"

Mort shrugged, feeling slightly ashamed. He'd much rather have been sitting in Carolyn's hospital room instead of making out in a bar with his ex-girlfriend from when he was in college. He wanted to see her so bad. "I'm so sorry, Amy." He stood up and held her hands.. "I love you with all my heart. Please, please, please forgive me." And when it didn't seem as if she would say anything, he resorted to his puppy eyes.

Amy laughed. "Fine...I love you, Mort." She kissed him softly and let go, smiling.

"What?"

"Well...I have some news."

"Good or bad?"

"...I don't know. Probably good." Mort listened patiently. "Well...I saw the doctor today and he said Carolyn is doing great...and then I went in for a checkup myself and...I'm pregnant."

Mort's jaw dropped slightly. "You're...p-pregnant? Again?"

Amy bit her lip. "Yeah..."

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A/N: Kind of an odd way to end the chapter eh? Well review ok? Love you all. ---jamie